I always imagined I’d make the perfect parent. Sadly, it didn’t turn out quite that way and, over the years, I had to lower expectations. Today, I’m more than happy (& quite proud, actually) to have comfortably settled into the “good-ish” category. I make one hell of a “good-ish” parent.
(straight from the source!) “Hi Mom!” Those are always the words that greet me, along with that bashful smile I’ve grown to love, when I reunite with my children after a sleepaway’s time apart. They were delivered to me, once again, during the mid-morning hours of a warm
I pieced together 10 ‘travel with children’ ideas, in order to cut through the stress of just thinking about that feat. You can do it, and even have fun while you’re at it!
You probably know the toy I’m talking about. It’s made of a single sheet of paper, folded carefully, but like, a thousand times, along specific angles, to create a fun little toy. It’s then held, between two tiny fingers, which work to open and close the sections up repeatedly, alternating
Funny Thing About Parenting. It wasn’t the fact that my son won, a few weekends ago weekend, at our town’s local talent show, that makes me beam. Nor was it the fact that he took the win in stride, and with so much humility. No. It was merely that he
Are 94 kisses at bedtime truly enough? Because it’s the number I doled out to my son, at bedtime, just the other night. I ask because I truly want to know. Are 94 really enough? Is there some kind of magic number that makes us one of those enough-of-a-parent? You know,
Boy. Time passes by so quickly. I was saying this to my husband, Jared, last night, when our oldest came in to say goodnight; a man. We reminisced about the days when we both worked crazy hours in our hospitals – each in their respective residency program – while Ethan
Hello or Goodbye to Rejection? Even though I never listened to their music, the Beatles somehow inspired me, back in high school. Without knowing it, I lived out the lyrics to their popular song. You probably know the one. It goes: “You say yes, I say no, You say stop,
My mother likes to tell me the story of how, when she was younger, watching Laurel and Hardy, she’d cry. “I’m emotional,” she’d say. Indeed, the comedy pair would make her weep. She always felt bad for what happened between them. I think she didn’t appreciate how Hardy